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Mood: like I've definitely slept too much Happiness of the day: just being Event of the week: Mambo party at my house this friday. Shit! I overslept....omigod...I have only 2 classes today, and I overslept them both. Damn it, what's wrong with me? I'm so angry with myself. I don't know why, but I feel like shit. Sigh. I mean, I'm not exactly a saint when it comes to class attendance, but because I've been so good at going for classes for the past week, doing my own homework [most of the time] and actually behaving like a nice decent normal student, I'm just so disappointed that I lost it today again. Damn it, I need equilibrium! I had a really weird dream last night, but I only remember snippets of it. One part of it is especially vivid in my mind right now. Somehow, I'm part of some organisation in charge of delivering some important government documents. I was kidnapped, by a traitor in the team, and when the rest of the team finally came to rescue me, they didn't know that the traitor was also part of the bad guys, and I wasn't able to say anything, for some reason. We had to jump off the plane, so we all had parachutes on. Unfortunately, the traitor tampered with them. So I remember feeling this chill as I jumped off, and seeing all the parachutes not open. The parachutes were just flapping in the wind, and when my teammates realised what was happening, for that split second, they had this look of horror on their faces, it's still stuck in my mind. After that moment passed though, they tried to move away from me, worried that their parachutes would affect mine. They were still trying to save me, right to the very last moment of their lives. They don't look familiar to me at all, now that I think of it. But in the dream, I know that I love them, and they loved me. But they all died a horrible death. The dream was not gory, but I was overwhelmed by grieve and I started wailing. I don't know why I didn't die. Think I must have been someone really important to the bad guys, they wanted to keep me alive. I don't know, I feel so tired right now. I slept, and missed my classes. And yet it wasn't really a restful sleep, because of the weird disturbing dream I had. I can't describe anymore of it. But the general feeling is that the dream evolved around a lot of people dying around me, for me, because of me. It's a very horrible dream. And yet, I couldn't pull myself out of it. And wake up. To go to class. Horrible start to a day, at the start of the week. bleah. | |